Progress


Never had a lot of range

From behaving odd to very strange

Pained expression for all to see

Just hearing the call of the Banshee

Endless whispering of far away prattle

Leading up to a head blown death rattle

Being alone hasn’t eluded

Map of destruction points to secluded

Best friends a dark reflection

Shadow cut out to add to collection

A demeaning job, a sinned life

baggage-d husband, shouldered wife

Friends of history a quiet distant

Personal contact set on resistant

Winding slope, an inclining bend

Kill me as I can’t seem to end

Persevered efforts, to many to mention

Seeking truths now I have your attention

 

 

 

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